Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.